Bai Xiaosheng hurried across the road, disappearing at the entrance of the residential community.
Mo was fraught with worry.
This seemingly inconspicuous young man was actually an incredibly important figure—there was no room for error!
Mo picked up his cellphone.
"The team behind, report your position, where have you reached? Five minutes out? I give you two minutes; you must arrive!"
Mo picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Second and third cars, all personnel disembark and check your equipment!"
This time Mo had really spared no expense, even summoning several ex-special forces soldiers—the so-called "treasures of the mountain"—and external help from a martial arts school, twenty sturdy young lads. Besides, all equipment allowed by law was at their disposal: rubber batons, riot shields, pepper spray, tear gas, and riot guns that fired rubber bullets.
"This is ultimately a kidnapping incident!"
